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It’s a Sherlock Giveaway!

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What a crazy fun week this has been!

My birthday, my novel revisions done and sent off to my editor, a new pope, the first read-through of Sherlock season 3, Martin Freeman with grapes for eyes, Twitter in a grape quote frenzy, BBC Radio 4 airing the new Neverwhere, and an announcement that there will be a Sherlock season 4.

Edited to add: As if that wasn’t enough, Mark Gatiss just announced the first episode of Sherlock season 3 will be called, “The Empty Hearse.” *falls down, dies*

See? That’s a lot of crazy-fun stuff. I feel like celebrating!

In honor of all the events this week, I’m giving away a Sherlock journal from my Cafepress store, Robots and Rainbows.


The journal measures 5×8 and features my minimalist Sherlock design. Inside are 160 college rule lined pages. Plenty of room to write your Sherlock fanfic stories.

TO ENTER: leave a comment below, and use a valid email address so I can contact you if you win. Don’t worry, I won’t sell your email address or spam you or anything evil like that. Promise.

The winner will be announced here this Friday, March 22.

Please help spread the word to all your Sherlockian/Cumberbabe friends! To make it easy, here’s a sample tweet or Facebook status you can copy and paste:

Enter to win a free Sherlock journal! #giveaway

Stay tuned for the winner! And as always, thanks for reading.



Some Photos from the Red Carpet, 2012 Emmy Awards

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There are loads of red carpet photos out there from last weekend’s Primetime Emmy Awards. I thought I’d add some of mine to the mix. If you share, please give credit.


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Benedict Cumberbatch Likes My Handbag

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I know it’s been quiet around here, and I apologize. But so much has been happening I haven’t had any time to blog.

Since my last post, I signed with Adams Literary, worked through novel revisions and sent them to my agent, Quinlan Lee. Did a whole bunch of other family life events. Then I hopped on a plane and went to the Emmy Awards in Los Angeles.

Okay, I didn’t attend the actual ceremony, but I won two tickets to the red carpet fiasco before the show.

Long-story short, my hubby had zero interest in the Emmys, so I invited my friend Trish to go with me. She and I have a long history of doing crazy trips like this, dashing off to concerts and whatnot. We met up with some other friends who were also in LA for the Emmys.

Over the course of the weekend, we met Karen Gillan (aka Amelia Pond from Doctor Who). She is lovely. And tall.

Amy, Karen, Trish

Last night I caught up on Saturday’s episode of Doctor Who, and it was a little strange to see Amy Pond on the screen having talked to her on a rooftop in LA.

We also talked with Dog the Bounty Hunter and his wife, who were sitting next to us. The opportunity never presented itself to take a photo, however, and they were being so kind just chatting with us it would have been awkward, anyway.

Later that same afternoon, we also met Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman (aka Sherlock and John Watson).

Martin, Amy, Cindy, Benedict, Trish, Diane, Nancy

Benedict said he likes my handbag.

Trish and I had a fun exchange with Benedict on the red carpet. We held up a sign that read “No more parades” (to show our support for his work in Parade’s End). He read it, smiled and said thank you to us. When he’d made it a little further down the red carpet he smiled at us again, pointed to the crowd and mouthed, “Isn’t this crazy?”

It was crazy.

We also saw George R.R. Martin (!!!), Steven Moffat, and Mark Gatiss on the red carpet, as well as loads of other celebrities.

Tweeting from the red carpet

Trish and I ended up in the background of the ABC and E! red carpet interviews. If you see any of those interviews, we’re on the top row of the bleachers. Trish is in the dark hat, and I’m in the colorful shirt next to her.

Now I’m back home and back to my unglamorous, wonderful life. There are no red carpets here, and that’s just fine. It’s always a blast to have a weekend like that once in a while, but there’s nothing better than coming home to the family I love, who doesn’t mind these crazy things I do.